Her voice I still can hear
Her face I still can see
Her perfume’s in the air
Her here, right next to me
Her days she spent in joy
Her love she gave to me
Her leaving first was damned
Antimetabole
Her voice I still can hear
Her face I still can see
Her perfume’s in the air
Her here, right next to me
Her days she spent in joy
Her love she gave to me
Her leaving first was damned
Antimetabole